You have come to me again,
Right at darkest hour of night,
Like a little shining bright,
And I've never felt the same.
You're the phantom of my past,
And I like to play a game,
Trying to divine your name,
But, you know, it is the last...
Sitting alone, playing with shadows,
Falling in deepest insanity,
Morning will come, killing my precious,
Hiding my only divinity.
I don't want morning to come,
Want to be forever night,
Want you always be my light,
And I started to be lone.
Sitting alone, playing with shadows,
Falling in deepest insanity,
Morning will come, killing my precious,
Hiding my only divinity.
Please, don't go, I'm whispering,
You are only a memory
But you're a living part of me,
And the dawn is entering.
Sitting alone, playing with shadows,
Falling in deepest insanity,
Morning will come, killing my precious,
Hiding my only divinity.
Night Dream
© Copyright: Борис Смыслов, 2005
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